Outside I can hear the fireworksBeyond the paper wallsWhere the symbols painted black and whiteRun together when the rain fallsAnd the wind chimes across KyotoWas it the quake that shook meEach time the earth movesOr was it something to do with youAnd your almond eyes always shineAnd the hot wind heats the bamboo blinds

Sitting cool behind your painted fanConceal the beauty and the beastFor tender is the man in her Japanese handsAll the secrets of the eastFlesh on silk looks different

Where no one wears their hair like yoursThan on a cotton sheet back homeRunning up and down my spineBeneath those oriental combsYou forget the western womanAnd with your thirsty fingersWhen you're sleeping on Kyoto time

and the moon grows coldAnd the sky explodesAnd the sky explodesTo the distant sound of drumsAnd the moon grows coldAs the dragons on the mainlandWait to heat the sun#############################################